Carol places a bowl of ice cream on the table before sitting on the edge of the bed. Lucy looks... distraught.She hasn't answered why she came here at this hour or why she looks like this, but Carol guesses that Lucy needs time to think it over.Despite their bitter history, Carol doesn’t hate her enough to shut the door in her face.Sitting on the edge of the bed, she watches Lucy fidgeting, biting her lips and casting glances here and there. It’s as if she’s drowning in deep thoughts, torn between whether she should do this or not.Carol takes a spoonful of ice cream, continuing to eat while observing Lucy closely. She’s beautiful, but the toll cancer has taken on her is evident in her eyes and body. Carol tilts her head, studying her with the curiosity of a child examining a dollhouse.Lucy, noticing Carol's gaze, finally lifts her head and looks at her with mixed emotions—anger and defeat.She licks her lips before looking at Carol directly. **How long are you going to stay here?
" Damien!" Ian Watson walks towards the car, his expression heavy and cold, " Don't disappoint me. Don't forget what you owe me!" Damien's expression shifts as he comforts himself in the seat. He is leaving the party at midnight, although he was supposed to stay over tonight. " Don't worry about it!" Damien responds in a cold tone, "Nothing can make me do it wrong!" " You are already married to the woman who took the woman I loved. So don't say that. You have changed, in a disappointing way!" " Ian! Enough with that! You are drunk!" Orion pulls him, " This is not the right timing to talk about it!" " No! This is the right time. This bastard dared to marry that Bitch and even let her take over the company that was supposed to be my woman. He betrayed us. He betrayed her. He doesn't deserve anything!" Ian shouts at Damien who calmly sits in the car. " Enough!" James snaps at him, " He is doing everything . Don't act like it's you who only lost her. We lost her too. Also it
Damien, James, Orion, Josh, Ian, and Ana are a group of childhood best friends who later became business partners. However, thirteen years ago, their tight-knit friendship was strained by an unfortunate accident where they lost the very significant person who was the center of this group.Carol Crawley, Damien's younger sister, was also the affair child of Mr. Crawley and his mother. Carol grew up in the orphanage with everyone, where their mother hid Carol's identity.When Damien was ten, one day he went through a picture of his mother holding a baby with a date in the corner. His mother had written a line, "My dearest daughter!" and a date that obviously showed she was not his older sister.Damien was adamant about not letting it go. He threatened his mother that he would never forgive her if she didn't let him meet his sister. Damien, who had always longed for a family where he would be loved and would love forever, found himself standing in front of an eight-year-old girl who alwa
Some discoveries don’t require a dramatic coincidence. Carol stands there, staring at Damien without any expression. Her eyes observe as the color drains from his face. Slowly, she walks toward him—no expression, no sign language, and certainly no confusion visible. Damien tries to say something, perhaps a last-second explanation. He swallows hard, watching her approaching him. James looks like he’s scrambling for any excuse that might save the situation. After all, if Carol decides to throw Damien to the floor with one of her strikes, he’ll surely end up in a wheelchair. They both know how strong Carol is. But to their surprise, Carol stops in front of Damien, measuring their height. She rests her head on his chest and hugs him. Slowly, a smile appears on her face. James and Damien are left dumbfounded. Carol, standing at 5'5", continues to measure where her head reaches on Damien's tall frame, as if checking if she’s comfortable. Then, she steps back, looks up at him with her
"This is all messed up." James runs his hands through his hair while sitting on the edge of the couch. The rapid beating of his heart feels almost audible. "You know that if she somehow learns about this, there's no going back!" "That's why she doesn't need to know or remember anything!" "But why?" James asks, confused. "Why did you decide to hide everything?" Damien doesn’t answer immediately as he shuts off the laptop. "Let’s talk about it later. I don’t know what she’s thinking... but I don’t feel good about her reaction. I would’ve preferred if she’d screamed and accused me of betraying her trust. But that expression... it’s terrifying!" James can’t deny he feels the same. Something about her isn’t right. "Did you tell her that you’ve asked her friends to give her some space for a while?" He waits for a positive response, but Damien’s silence leaves him stunned. "Not again!" James shakes his head in frustration. "I told you—if you want to have her permanently, you can’
That night, he could say nothing. James insisted he sit down and talk to her before it was too late, then left the house. But unfortunately, Carol was busy planning to go on a date. Right now, Carol is typing on her laptop when Damien wheels himself in. Of course, he has to keep up his disguise in front of Lucy. But as soon as he closes the door, he stands up and walks toward her. Carol frowns a bit. She isn't used to the vibration of footsteps, but she knows she was right about that night. Damien was carrying her upstairs using the staircase. However, she remains silent and keeps noting something in a notebook. Damien hugs her from behind, pressing his lips against her skin in a gentle brush. She flinches. Her face turns red as she inhales his favorite perfume. **Don't disturb me right now!** she signs while pecking his cheek. Damien nibbles the spot until he gets her full attention. **What are you doing?** she asks, her face turning red. **What are you doing? Your husb
While planning the honeymoon, Damien tries many times, almost forcing her to listen to him. However, as intelligent as Carol is, she somehow avoids everything. Since she can't hear, he can't shout to let her know his inner thoughts. Meanwhile, Carol, who is busy with work and planning for her honeymoon, looks like she is living in another world—from shopping to brainstorming ideas about how she should spend her time with Damien. Recently, she has been getting some spam messages that she doesn't care to open. Who cares about some messages when she is going on a honeymoon with her husband? Right now, after a long day, Carol walks out of the office. She has a business trip to Miami tomorrow, so she needs some comfortable clothes suitable for the weather. Recently, it’s been getting colder here, but Miami should be warm. While walking toward her car, she notices a familiar figure talking to one of her employees. The moment their eyes meet, she waves her hand with a gentle smile.
Damien glances at the watch Carol gifted him. He wheels himself out of the company. Nobody is here except the security guards. But there is no way he can leave the wheelchair. James left soon after informing him that he would talk to their friends about everything. So, he is alone. Dialing the number of his chauffeur, he heads into the garage. But his eyes widen when he notices someone standing at the garage exit. His heart beats faster, a heavy pressure lifting off his chest. **Are you surprised?** Carol signs while sitting on her bike. Damien wheels himself as fast as he can and grabs her wrist. Carol, who had just settled herself, finds herself being pulled into his embrace as he hugs her tightly. She can feel his vibration. It's warm and fast. He kisses her forehead and lips like a desperate man. She laughs, feeling ticklish. **What's wrong with you?** she asks, blushing. **I missed you so much!** he says, cupping her face and smothering her with kisses. She feels
**Carol!** Brianna stops her, realizing she has done something she can’t ask forgiveness for. It’s only a matter of time before loyalty is tested. Standing before Alex and Brianna, who have always been there, Carol realizes one thing — they are indeed the family of her grandparents. **It’s not what I meant! I know you’re busy with life, and whatever happened to our family was brought upon us by our own stupidity,** Brianna says, looking extremely guilty. Carol, as usual, wears that mask of indifference. Maybe it’s time to get away from everyone. **Sis is right! We are grateful for everything. It’s just that the family has been—** Carol stops them by raising her hand. **It doesn’t matter to me.** She smiles, but it’s not a genuine smile. **The day you refused to tell me the truth about my past, I knew you were protecting something big from me. I don’t know what it is, but you clearly chose your family over me. And I’m not upset about it.** She signs matter-of-factly. There are pl
Carol gently pressed her lips on his forehead before she left for her trip. She was confused by his sudden action last night but it felt nice to see his old self. The travel to Australia wasn't great since she had a very rough time around. Probably because of her treatment and medication, her body keeps burning. The first day was on working there, having meetings, visiting companies and factories. The three days' work she completed within a day because she wanted to leave as soon as possible. Next day, Right now, she just finished a meeting with her clients who are very satisfied with her performance. Of course, it's not like she didn't feel questioned on her disabilities. But everyone is supportive and surprisingly friendly. Right now, sitting outside a café, sipping her coffee, she watches the calm surroundings of the café. The vibe of the Sydney makes her feel better. A way to escape from the world she just belonged two days ago. As she keeps enjoying her morning, h
Carol grabs her laptop after finishing the meeting with her clients. Recently, she has been feeling a bit off with her health. She feels extremely tired, sleepy, and dizzy. The pressure has been getting harder, so she can't actually blame anything else for it.As she walks towards the door to leave, James, who has been helping her, walks towards her with hurried steps.**Boss!** He opens the door, stopping her.Carol isn't used to being called Boss. But she doesn't say anything about it either.**About the business trip. I think you should go!**Carol's eyebrows narrow as he signs. Just now, she had a meeting with a foreign ambassador of a big company from Australia. It's their very first big project with great potential. However, Damien is recovering. She can't leave him alone for a week-long trip to Australia. She said she would send some experts in her place to handle the project.**I know you are trying to be there for Damien. But I think you should take this chance to give yourse
It was chaotic. I watched the videography of our wedding day. So I was nothing but a replacement as a groom and I was the one who initiated it. Did I fall in love with her at first sight? If not, why would I fall in love with her when she was about to get married? And certainly, according to James's words, I actually knew her from high school. The strange thing is that, I remember everyone including my sister who died in the car accident but I don't remember anyone named Carol who was actually in my junior school. Is this even possible to happen? I mean my sister Carol used to live binge movies with cliché parts where male lead loses memories and some part of their life. But how did I just forget such an important thing. Only her, and anything related to her. It doesn't make sense to me but here I am watching a few moments of my life with that woman who cries every night silently. She can't talk or hear. It must be hard but can I really love her the same as I used to? I mean
Damien's POV.... It's the first time James raised his voice at me. It's strange that he would dare to go against me for a woman. Carol? I don't remember her. It's not a fake or prank. Why would I prank something like this? if she is my significant other, I will never hurt her or forget her, even on my worst day. But it's strange. She is calm, composed and knows what I want before I spit it out of my mouth. As if she has the ability to read my mind. ** Stretch your legs a bit!** She says, her expression is usual calmness. How could she stay so calm after knowing that I forgot about her? I don't remember that she is my wife but she remembers that I am her husband, right? Or maybe....!!!! I actually kidnapped her and forced her to be a good wife..... Or....??? Is this a contract marriage? .... No, Maybe a fake one. That's why she doesn't care. ** Stop staring at me!** She signs again. She is really attentive. She doesn't speak. But her company doesn't make me feel boring
Carol walks in, holding her suit, exhausted and hungry. She has just had a long meeting about Damien's absence and how she would handle everything from now on. She knows the love she has for Damien has weakened, but she believes she will be alright. She loves him and chooses to forgive. Until, She steps into the VIP room, stretching her neck. Her attention has yet to turn to Damien's side as she places her suit and bag on the couch. Feeling like she will be alright if she gets some sleep, she decides to take a quick shower. But her attention shifts to the shopping bags. James's jacket is still there. The coldness is increasing; it may snow tonight. She frowns slightly and turns to grab the jacket, but she pauses, finding James standing by Damien's bed and Damien staring at her with a confused expression. "Damien?" she exclaims in her mind, tears gathering in her eyes. She leaves her phone on the couch, rushes to him, and jumps into his arms like a desperate child who has bee
Carol is still in disbelief that his parents are too cruel and self-centered to see how much he's suffering. She thought only her parents were cruel people. But it just proved that people are way too selfish to love someone unconditionally.Sitting on a chair, holding his hand, Carol rests her head on the edge of the bed. The soft hum of the monitoring machine reminds her that he is still alive. His hand is warm as usual. But that hand doesn't gently squeeze hers with the sensation of love.Carol can't help but cry silently. Before the world, she shows no emotion, no agony, but when she is alone, she can't help but cry."I am sorry for everything! I don't want to leave the life I had with you. I don't want to lose that happy me when I was with you. I know that I started disliking you for all the lies, but I can't imagine how I will spend the rest of my life alone! Just wake up. I won't... I will never mention anything. Just wake up. I won't leave you at all!" she thinks between her so
Carol stands by Damien's hospital bed, her fingers gently wiping his hands with a damp cloth. The rhythmic beeping of the machines fills the room. It has become a constant reminder that life still clings to him. The nurse has just finished redressing his wounds, the scent of antiseptics hanging in the sterile air. It's been three days since the accident, and since then, she has made it her mission to be here, taking all the responsibilities, from the company to the hospital. Damien’s face is pale, almost unnaturally so, framed by the stark white bandages wrapped around his head. His chest rises and falls steadily, but the stillness of his body is unnerving. The doctors have said his condition is serious — a head injury that could have gone far worse — but they remain cautiously optimistic. Carol clings to their optimism like a fragile thread, afraid that letting go of hope would cause everything to shatter. Although at first they said it wasn't that life-threatening now it appeared
Carol's exhausted body shifts slightly as she turns to look at Eunice and Sarah, who are standing next to her bed. The movement sends a wave of soreness through her limbs. William walks in shortly after, deep in conversation with a nurse about something she can’t hear.Her eyes slowly settle on Eunice, and she tries to lift her hand to communicate, but the pain is too much. Tears begin to stream down her face, her lips quivering with pain and heartache. Eunice notices Carol staring at her, her hands trembling. Without hesitation, Eunice grabs Carol’s hands and signs carefully.**Everything is alright! Damien’s surgery went well. The doctors are hopeful. It was a brain injury, so it’s complicated, but they believe he will recover.**Eunice signs messily, worried that her misuse of words might unsettle Carol even more.Carol nods, her eyelids growing heavy. She doesn’t feel like moving. Everything feels colorless, painfully cruel, and suffocatingly silent. The silence she once enjoyed n